22 Feb 2012

Question And Answer

At IGWRT today, Kenia challenges us to hold some kind of conversation with another poem or poet. I discovered a question being asked HERE, and decided to write some kind of reply, which I've also linked to d'Verse Poets.

For BKM

I hear the Winter sadness in your song,
a dying melody that leaves no trace
of hope beyond its tucked and folded rhymes.

Your doors and windows of the mind have closed
and cast their sorrow's shade. You seek to light
the spark of faith, belief that Spring will come...

But though you feel you need to journey on,
direct your steps towards an unknown goal,
perhaps the surest route lies deep within
the very fibre of your being, where shines your soul...

19 Feb 2012

Altered Focus

A landscape
can suggest a mood,
promise a
hint of joy.

Despite unearthly colours.
serenity waits.


For one whose
imagination
sees beyond
an image,
the given, painted surface
leads to magic realms.

There, pathways
tempt one to follow;
mind and soul
seek freedom,
and each new way of thinking
introduces change.

Without this,
all life would stagnate,
would die,
unchallenged.

The artist uses colour
to change perception.



Detail used is from this week's Mag 105 image:epic mahoney as provided by Tess Kincaid. I've chosen to write a sequence of four shadormas to accompany it.

12 Feb 2012

Drowned


Carried on the rising tide of night
flotillas of persistent dreams set sail,
while whirlpools circumnavigate my mind,
attempt to drown it. I pray for quiet sleep
to steer a course towards a harbour's calm
waters. But all the while I hear the cries
of ancient nightmares sinking down towards
night's ocean bed, biding time to resurface...                                                              
Written for The Mag
 Ebony bodies
intertwine in a sculpture
carved from the darkness

7 Feb 2012

Perceptions

Sometimes colours can trick our eyes and brains into seeing things that aren't really there. So it was with part of the photo Tess Kincaid gave for a Mag prompt this week.
The detail in the red prism shape
intrigued me, but I needed to change the colours and stretch the image before I was happy enough with it to write the following words...

It was as if I could hear the distorted reflections of this young couple speaking. “Look, I've brought you flowers, please, accept them with my apologies…”
“Why should I? Have you any idea how hurt I was?”
My mind began writing a script, sifting through possibilities of what might have upset the mousy-haired, bespectacled girl…
Coincidentally, this contains 55 words, and will be offered up to G-Man to audition for the part of principal actor, when the script is finalised! :)

6 Feb 2012

Cool Ardour

Photo by Richard Schear



Bridal gowns,
frosted white, shimmer
on damsels
cowering
under the gaze of suitors
come to pay them court.


Linked to The SundayChallenge at Imaginary Garden With Real Toads.